Chapter 302: The Proud Ones

The dazzling and eye-catching white light of the Trial Tower slowly faded away, and hundreds of the Proud Ones appeared together in an empty place.

Wen Rugu, the first on the Proud Ones list, was dressed in white, elegant and generous. The Buddhist disciple Jia Jing clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly. Zhang Xichen, dressed in a Taoist robe, emerged gracefully. The sword demon Luo Ming, carrying a black knife, was eager to try.

The noble and elegant Fairy Mingyue looked at the demons with disdain, Tianheng, the eldest disciple of Tianji Pavilion, had a mysterious smile on his face, Feng Budu, the chief disciple of the Formation Sect, was shaking his fan, and Shuanghandiao, the sword genius of the Sword Sect, was holding the hilt of his sword with a cold look...

An aura of incomparable power that could not be ignored permeated, and a tacit understanding bound them together, which made no one ignore it, as if this group of people could crush the entire demon clan, and everyone's eyes gradually widened.

In front of the countless graceful Tianjiao disciples was a little girl riding the divine beast Bai Ze, with golden patterns on her black uniform, black hair tied up high, and white bells ringing softly, and the soul-stirring bell sound spread to everyone's ears, as if they had been summoned by it before.

"We agree to this competition."

The little girl smiled sweetly, her fair and cute face was filled with a brilliant smile, and her golden eyes were particularly eye-catching. All the talented and arrogant Tianjiao children were willing to stand behind her for some reason. She alone could make the decision for everyone behind her to accept this invitation.

"But if we win, you demons will go back to the Demon Realm and swear to the Heavenly Dao that you will never enter the world of immortal cultivation, otherwise you will die and never enter the cycle of reincarnation. How about that?"

Si Weiyuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Guan Shengsheng, who was leading the group. She still looked like a child and was very short. If she stood in the crowd, she would have been drowned long ago.

But at this moment, she was sitting on Bai Ze, with two divine beasts flying beside her, like stars surrounding the moon. Countless Tianjiao were willing to follow her.

Although the Mitian formation has not yet been activated, countless destinies are intertwined with her. Si Weiyuan can feel that if he attacks her, he will inevitably be counterattacked by countless people. Maybe they are not strong, but once the Mitian formation is activated, even the destiny will be wary.

Not to mention Si Weiyuan, there are also countless human race masters looking at Si Weiyuan, and those are very dangerous and deadly eyes. As long as he dares to take action, the human race masters will definitely start fighting regardless of the war between the two races.

"Little girl, are you sure you can make the decision?" The Southern Demon Lord smiled, leaning lazily on the chair, her smile charming and inexplicably sarcastic, "Hey, can you let this little girl make the decision on major issues of your race?"

Her words aroused the doubts of the monks, and they subconsciously looked at the Tianjiao led by Guan Shengsheng, wondering in their hearts, but they did not say it out loud.

Inexplicably, they could not say a single harsh word to this little girl, but when they saw her, they had a subconscious feeling of wanting to follow her, as if they had an unspeakable fate with her, as if she had pulled them out of a dark and hopeless place.

"Why not?"

The master of Dengxian Tower said in a more leisurely and indifferent tone, "She alone can make the decision for us."

"Hahaha, you humans are not so ridiculous, are you?" The Eastern Region Demon Lord laughed arrogantly, his eyes fell on the petite girl, and said viciously, "It's ironic that a little girl who is not even as tall as my legs can make the decision!"

Feng Budu shook his fan lightly, his pair of peach blossom eyes were particularly attractive: "We didn't say anything, how can you, a demon, have more opinions than us."

Luo Mingyin laughed wildly: "Hahaha, why don't you just not fight one or two games, just send a bunch of demons over, I don't mind slaughtering them all!"

"Amitabha, it's too bloody, but if I don't go to hell, who will?" The Buddhist son Jiajing shook his head lightly, with a compassionate smile.

Fairy Mingyue lifted a strand of her hair and wrapped it around her fingertips, elegant and beautiful, with a noble voice: "You talk too much nonsense, just kill them all and let them know the price of underestimating Shengsheng!"

Shengsheng: "Actually, I do..." My legs are not as tall as his, this is a fact, I can still admit it.

However, before she could say anything, the eldest senior brother gently held her hand, and a cold smile appeared on his gentle face: "Shengsheng, this time it's everyone's turn to protect you."

He did not habitually pat Shengsheng on the head, but hugged her like everyone else. This time she was not only his little junior sister, but also the salvation of everyone, and the core of the formation that they needed to protect at all costs.

Zhang Xichen smiled as bright as the breeze and the moon: "We still need to remain calm. You demons should not mind if we all participate in the competition, right?"

"Yes, I think we can all fight, and if we lose, we can just let the other side do whatever they want to us."

"I can't wait to kill them!"

The sect disciples who had just come out of the Trial Tower were all full of blood. Their memories had just been restored, and their memories of their previous lives were still there. At this moment, their hatred for the demons was far beyond that of ordinary people. It was extremely terrifying, more exciting than anyone else, and they couldn't wait to fight right now and kill all the demons.

"What a group of excited little guys."

Nanbei also shook his head and said to the Demon Clan High Priest Si Weiyuan: "Since they all agreed, I think there is no problem. However, it would be a bit too much to have all of them compete. How about seven matches?"

He stroked his beard, looking like an immortal, with a meaningful smile: "This is a good number. We can just find seven cultivators of the same level of cultivation to fight. Seven matches will decide life and death. How about it?"

Si Weiyuan said nothing. His eyes had already fallen on Guan Shengsheng. He stretched out his finger and pointed: "She must participate. We will have a demon saint here, and it just so happens that their cultivation levels are the same. The loser can be dealt with by the other party."

"Swish!"

Countless cold eyes looked over at the same time, and the sect disciples who were originally moving around casually all looked at the Demon Clan High Priest Si Weiyuan.

Even though they knew the other party was a Mahayana cultivator, they were still not afraid, and there was only coldness in their eyes.

Killing intent appeared on the cold and indifferent young faces, and their eyes became extremely terrifying, cold and dark, like ferocious undead spirits walking out of hell, cold and dark, condensing the most concentrated killing intent in the world.

No one spoke, but the next moment, everyone moved together.

Led by Zhang Xichen and Feng Budu, they broke the demon clan barrier in the first moment, and Wen Rugu and Luo Mingyin's cold cold knives and violent black knives condensed with a strong knife aura and suddenly poured out.

The golden light on Jiajing's body was shining brightly, and his face became more compassionate, which frightened the demons. The moonlight on Fairy Mingyue was flowing, strong and cold, and the moon-white silk was like a soul-snatching life, tearing the void. The starlight on Tianheng's body was flowing, breaking the shackles, and the frost-cold sword was sharp and powerful, freezing everything. Countless attacks bombarded the demon territory...

They are naturally arrogant, and if they don't obey, they will be killed thoroughly! !